Poetry can be dangerous, especially beautiful poetry, because it gives the illusion of having had the experience without actually going through it.

Rumi, The book of love: poems of ecstasy and longing

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Belgian architect group, Gijs Van Vaerenbergh, built a church in Belgium, and it’s pretty plain from certain angles.

From others, the structure reveals itself to be something else entirely: a building that’s almost entirely see through. 

The project, named “Reading Between the Lines,” is a composition of 100 layers of stacked steel, that are equidistantly staggered in a way that illusively change in appearance based on where the viewer is standing.

At the heart of all beauty lies something inhuman, and these hills, the softness of the sky, the outline of these trees at this very minute lose the illusory meaning with which we had clothed them, henceforth more remote than a lost paradise.

Albert Camus, “The Myth of Sisyphus” (via mononymic)